Even A Pencil Has Fear To Poem By Ee Cumming
even a pencil has fear to
do the posed body luckily made
a pen is dreadfully afraid
of her of this of the smile’s two
eyes…too, since the world’s but
a piece of eminent fragility.
Well and when—Does susceptibility
imply perspicuity, or?
seeing her is not
to something or to nothing as much as,
being by her seen, which has got,
nothing on something as i think,
did you ever hear a jazz
or unnoise men don’t make soup who drink.